The warm tingle grew into something else.
I swallowed hard.
My middle finger grazed my clit over and over.
Touching, circling, flicking.
I groaned and opened my eyes.
That’s when I remembered I was in Seb’s bed!
I can’t be touching myself right now like this! I’m in Seb’s bed! What if he wakes up and finds me touching myself? Better yet… why am I touching myself?
The pleasure soon mounted even more.
I placed my right hand over my mouth.
My left hand grabbed for the edge of the bed.
Wait! My right hand? My left hand?
Unless I had transformed into an octopus overnight, I was out of hands.
Which meant…
My eyes grew wide as I slowly rolled to my back.
I looked up into Seb’s smoldering sleepy eyes and forgot how to breathe.
That’s when I realized it was his hand between my legs.
His hands carefully touching my clit.
“Hope you don’t mind, babe,” he whispered.
“Not at all,” I managed to purr.
I had to admit to myself it was so fucking hot to hear him call mebabe.
I had heard Seb call other girlsbabeso many times. I fantasized about him calling me that.
And now he was.
All the while his right fingers danced between my legs.
I dug my heels into the bed and kept a firm grip on the sheets.
This was…hot.
This was really good.
“Do you want your morning coffee before or after you orgasm, April?” Seb teased with a smile on his face, that in itself could make me come.
“Shut up, Seb,” I groaned. “Don’t ruin this for me.”
Seb kissed me.
That’s what did it for me.